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Libya, already in progress. The artificial haze scatters in front of us, as the polygon landscape rushes beneath our enclosed feet, and the shoreline approaches. As the jet reaches the yellow strand, we tilt to voler along it, or perhaps the earth tilts as we remain stable. Flashes of mirror light greet us.

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	Libya, already in progress. The artificial haze scatters in front of us, as the polygon landscape rushes beneath our enclosed feet, and the shoreline approaches. As the jet reaches the yellow strand, we tilt to fly along it, or perhaps the earth tilts as we remain stable. Flashes of mirror light greet us.